nycdaug Chapter 427: Speed! A Jedi Counterattack in the Train Compartment
Chapter 427: Speed! A Jedi Counterattack in the Train Compartment
The train jolted violently with the shrill sound of brakes, and Lei Tao's gold-rimmed glasses slipped down his nose. He used his sleeve to shield himself from prying eyes. Outside the window, in the reed marsh beside the roadbed, three figures were moving rapidly along the tracks.
"Please, Mr. Sato." Asada's gun was gently against his lower back. Lei Tao noticed that the other party's fingers were outside the trigger guard - this was a gesture of "non-lethal threat", which meant that the Special High Police still wanted to keep him alive for interrogation.
"All passengers, alight!" The Japanese sergeant's bayonet thrust open the compartment door, and several burly men in suits emerged. Just as the sergeant's rifle swung toward Meng Xiaoyu, the left window suddenly exploded, the tempered glass shattering into a spiderweb. Three shadowy figures burst through the window and leaped in, their "Hanyang-made hand cannons" spewing flames. The shortened barrels allowed the muzzle flash to nearly touch the Japanese soldiers' helmets. The springs welded to the chambers clicked crisply, and three modified 7.92mm rifle rounds scattered within a two-meter radius, knocking three Japanese soldiers off their seats.
Chaotic shouts were heard in the carriage. The oilcloth bags of the vendor Gu Ermaizi were scattered all over the floor in the chaos, and the tobacco wrapped in the pancakes flew everywhere. Widow Li, who was holding her baby, was still wailing, but she didn't know that the child had been frightened unconscious by the first gunshot. The blind fortune-teller wearing a melon-shaped hat suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, and his skinny fingers deftly stroked the erhu case at his waist - where the Mauser 20-shot pistol was hidden. He fired at the rushing Japanese sergeant, "bang bang bang", and one of the bullets hit the Japanese sergeant's head, and he fell down dead.
Lei Tao moved sideways and grabbed Asada's hand holding the gun, and the two engaged in a close combat. Asada's 14-year-old Nambu pistol swung around in his hand, and suddenly he hit Lei Tao in the cheek with a hook punch. Lei Tao used the force of the force and elbowed Asada in the ribs. The latter subconsciously pulled the trigger while screaming in pain, but the bullet from the pistol grazed his abdomen and hit the vitals of Changgu, a secret agent who was holding a Nambu pistol and shooting at the three uninvited guests. "Ah--" Changgu screamed, and fell to the ground with his hands covering his crotch and rolling. Asada was stunned when he heard the scream: "My Yamata no Orochi, where did my gun hit him..."
Lei Tao seized the opportunity to seize Asada's pistol and, with the momentum, delivered a powerful knee to Asada's jaw. Asada fell backward, but Lei Tao didn't give him a moment to breathe. He leaped over him, aimed his pistol at Asada's temple, and pulled the trigger. "Bang!" The sound of a gunshot shattered the chaos in the train car, and Asada's head exploded, sending blood splattering everywhere. Lei Tao shoved Asada's body aside and then, from his briefcase (the Bagua spinning top space), retrieved several M1911 pistols, equipped with 15-round extended magazines for armor-piercing pistols, and tossed them to Liu Zishan, Meng Xiaoyu, Li Shuiniu, Li Shuiyang, and the others. "Quick, take care of the remaining enemies!" They quickly seized their pistols, loaded them, and continued to fire at the Japanese soldiers and agents who had stormed the train car. Meng Xiaoyu, agile and quick, was the first to fire, her three bursts leaving a Japanese agent bloodied and mangled.
The blind fortuneteller pulled the trigger, and flames erupted from his Mauser 20-shot pistol. Seven rounds blasted out like a venomous snake, blasting the Japanese sergeant to pieces. Scorching shell casings clattered to the ground, gleaming dark red in the sunlight. He shook his numb wrist, his cloudy eyes rolled, and he suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice, "Get down! The Japs are throwing grenades!"
Before he finished speaking, a smoking grenade flew in from the connection between the carriages. Lei Tao was quick-witted and quick-handed, picking up a metal box beside him and slamming it over. The grenade exploded in the air, and the blast overturned half of the seats in the carriage, sending wood chips and shrapnel flying. Taking advantage of the smoke, Lei Tao quickly threw away the Nambu pistol in his hand, took out a modified Scorpion submachine gun from the Bagua gyroscope space, and quickly installed a 45-round extended special armor-piercing magazine, pulled the bolt to load the gun, and set the safety to the continuous fire mode. He glanced at the carriage and found that the Japanese reinforcements had been encircling them from both sides. Hearing the sound of footsteps, there were at least 30 people. The leader had a command knife hanging on his waist and a Nambu pistol in his hand. He was obviously a small leader.
"The Japs are closing in from both sides! Pay attention!" Lei Tao suddenly shouted. He then saw clearly that the three men who had broken in through the window were none other than Liu Hong, Li Zheng, and Peng Liang, members of the Railway Guerrilla Squad. His heart skipped a beat. "Why are the Railway Guerrillas here? Did they set up in advance?" he shouted. "Friends, the Japs coming from the rear of the train are yours, okay?" Liu Hong grinned, revealing his white teeth. "Don't worry! Once they're here, don't even think about getting away!" He then aimed his Hanyang hand cannon at a Japanese soldier's chest and fired. The massive recoil sent the soldier flying backwards, shattering the window on the other side and sending him flying out of the train.
At this time, Lei Tao discovered that a Japanese soldier came to the front of the carriage to support with a crooked-necked light machine gun. He shouted to the ordinary people in the carriage: "If you don't want to die, lie down!" and fired a volley of bullets at the Japanese machine gunner with the modified Scorpion submachine gun in his hand.
The Scorpion submachine gun unleashed a fiery blaze, its armor-piercing rounds whistling as they tore through the air. The Japanese machine gunner, bearing the brunt of the blow, shuddered violently, his chest and head pierced instantly. His body, etched in a crimson mist, fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut. The assistant gunner, following closely behind, had no time to dodge. The splattering bone and searing bullet pierced his throat, sending both men crashing to the ground like dominoes. The Type 99 light machine gun toppled with it, its muzzle raking the roof of the vehicle, plowing deep, spark-splashing holes in the metal.
Liu Zishan knelt on one knee behind a table and chair, leaning forward, raised his M1911 pistol and fired continuously, his bullets accurately hitting the Japanese soldiers' eyebrows. Before they could react, three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another. Meng Xiaoyu crouched down and moved, using the chair to cover herself. He raised his hand and fired three shots, knocking down the Japanese spies who tried to outflank him.
Brothers Li Shuiniu and Li Shueiyang stood side by side, firing alternately from their pistols. Li Shuiniu shattered a Japanese soldier's helmet with one shot, and Li Shueiyang followed up with a follow-up shot, hitting him in the chest. Pinned down by the intense fire, the Japanese temporarily slowed their advance. Lei Tao, after firing backwards and knocking down several Japanese soldiers, shouted, "Push forward! Don't give them a chance to breathe!" The five men split into two combat teams, each firing at the Japanese troops at the junction of the front and rear carriages as they advanced, carving a gap through the hail of bullets.
Liu Hong tossed the empty Hanyang hand cannon aside and drew two Mauser pistols from his waistband. "Lao Li, Liangzi, teach them a lesson!" Li Zheng grabbed a long-handled machete, the blade slicing against the carriage wall with a sharp sound. Peng Liang pulled out two grenades tied with red silk. In a triangle formation, the three charged toward the rear of the train, bullets grazing past their ears and denting the iron.
As the Japanese bayonet formation reached the junction of the train cars, Peng Liang's grenade exploded. Amidst the thick smoke, Liu Hong fired both rifles, sending two Japanese soldiers crashing to the ground. Li Zheng, riding the blast, leaped into the air, splitting the butt of the rifle of the front-line Japanese soldier with his machete before slashing his carotid artery with a backhand strike. Peng Liang seized the opportunity to charge forward, pressing the barrel of his rifle against the Japanese soldier's abdomen and pulling the trigger. The scorching shell casing burbled into the corpse's collar.
"Kill!" Liu Hong charged, stepping over corpses, firing alternately from his Mauser pistol, muzzle flashes illuminating his scarred face. A Japanese squad leader swung his command knife diagonally, and Li Zheng blocked it horizontally. Sparks flew into the other's eyes as the blades collided. Peng Liang seized the opportunity and lunged forward, sweeping the Japanese soldier's lower body with his left leg. Using the momentum of his right leg, he thrust into the carriage wall, his entire body slamming into the squad leader's back like a cannonball.
The Japanese squad leader stumbled forward, but Liu Hong, anticipating his move, dodged the blade and, raising his hand, accurately struck him in the knees with two shots. The moment the squad leader knelt, Peng Liang's gun was pressed to his temple. With a bang, his brain, mixed with bullet casings, splattered against the iron wall.
Meanwhile, Li Zheng wielded his machete in a flurry of blows, pushing back the Japanese soldiers attempting to reinforce him. He suddenly feinted, then shifted his blade to stab the throats of the frontline Japanese soldiers. Liu Hong seized the opportunity, leaping onto the shoulders of the dead Japanese soldiers and, from above, firing down on the dense enemy horde, a hail of bullets. Peng Liang, crouching low and moving swiftly, his dual pistols focused on the Japanese soldiers' wrists and ankles, rendering them unable to resist.
The three formed a triangle formation, providing mutual cover. Liu Hong led the attack, Li Zheng defended, and Peng Liang maneuvered. Whenever Liu Hong's firepower was suppressed, Li Zheng seized the opportunity to advance in close combat. Peng Liang roamed around the enemy's flanks and rear, targeting isolated and wounded Japanese soldiers. With their tacit coordination, the Japanese troops pouring in from the rear of the train were pinned down at the junction of the train cars. Corpses piled up, and blood flowed through the cracks in the floorboards into the lower carriages.